Satish Verma Poems

Be what you are.
As night falls,
I start moon spotting
standing starkly against the pain.
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Though inaudible, I will
hear you― clear and distinct,
offering to be understood.
Destigmatizing the ghost of truth
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Slicing thoughts, destiny
timeness of present, trying to watch
inside. The inverted question. Mask
removed.
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No more the sun was hot.
October shadows were clinging to hills.
I was ready
to speak, to negate and to kindle the dust.
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In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.
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Entire age was spent in search
of self ultimate and he was still
unable to redeem a sad tree.
The silent unglorious drop. Florets falling
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Visibility was poor when he pursued
the face, face of himself.
The eyes, quizzical eyes, looking at the image
of cogitating mind, who had left the body.
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Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores,
then moving away.
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He was not ready
for a stash of negligees
put up by moon, on the trees.
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A monster from a tree
jumps and runs around the bushes
to mate.
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